Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Yoli. Yoli, come on, wake up. Say something to me."

Lizetta's hands were trembling, her voice shattered. She couldn't bring herself to touch Yolanda, fearing she might shatter her into pieces.

How could there be so much blood? Such a torrent flowing from beneath Yoli's head.

"Somebody help! Please, someone save her."

Her vision blurred, everything around her seemed to dissolve into ghostly shadows, a vast emptiness swirling before her eyes.

Only the glaring red beneath Yolanda stood out, so vivid, so scarlet.

It was all her fault. She knew it was reckless, yet she insisted on throwing this damned wedding, and now Yolanda was paying the price because of her.

"Liz."

caught sight of Yolanda unconscious in a pool

and breaking down, and the blood staining Lizetta's wedding dress, turning the pristine white into a haunting red, clenched his heart in an iron grip, a suffocating pain. He called out to her unconsciously, but Lizetta seemed not

he'd ever felt, but one thing was crystal clear in his mind: Yolanda must

to happen to Yolanda, he and

piece of

Now!" At the same time, he

medical staff in the hotel, and as the manager snapped back to reality,

scared. The doctors are on their

coldness, sharp and piercing, as if a million needles were ready to tear him apart. Remington had never seen such a

initiative to stir up trouble, her anger as harmless as a cat's playful

seen her look at anyone with such deep disdain and almost hatred, especially

at him that way, as if she wanted to gouge out

voice foreign and hoarse, "Don't touch her with your

face turned cold as a storm cloud, while Lizetta looked around desperately for someone to help, "Hogan!